Chapter 257
“It’s Duke Hayman.”
“Oh my…”
The nobles looking down from the upper floor whispered, covering their faces with fans.
Though Hayman’s eyes and posture remained fierce and unblemished, his shabby attire made him look every bit the criminal. It was said that half the gold coins circulating in Bariel had passed through the duke’s hands, and he had always maintained such a noble appearance.
The nobles frowned, inwardly groaning. Even if they stood to gain from the downfall of these families, weren’t they all bound by the identity of nobility?
‘Duke Hayman has fallen to this state.’
‘To think the mighty Hayman would end like this…’
‘We must lie low for the time being, no matter what.’
The same thoughts spread through dozens of minds. Even Hayman had fallen to this. Didn’t this imply that they too could easily end up the same way?